By Patrick Waldroup
Orange is the dragon's flames.
Orange smells like fresh cinnamon.
Orange tastes like the sweetest of juices.
Orange sounds like wind chimes.
Orange looks like the beautiful flowers.
Orange feels like the sun's rays.
Orange makes me full of energy.
Orange is the brightest color of them all.
Ode To Youth
There was a time when meadow, grove and stream,
The earth and every common sight,
To me did seem,
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and freshness of a dream.
It is now not as it has been before,
Turn wheresoever I may,
By night or by day,
The things I had once seen I now can see no more.